Half-cocked for confidence

[hirez]

There appear to be half-posts in my head about non-driving pivilege and Clarkson's odd response to the Sky malarkey, but as was pointed out on friday, I appear to be in the process of developing a rage-laser (for turning incoherent rage into cohered rage, which might be useful for cutting through a dense Bogon flux. Although I suspect powering the thing would turn out as messy as one of those orbital X-ray lasers the seppos were going to use in the 80s) so instead I shall admire my trousers.

Mostly I have been listening to amateur electronic noodling and Australian psych-rock. And why not.